Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.